...hink, maybe it was a dream? Yes, yes a dream a good dream, it would explain why he remembered it, it was something he desperately wanted!He paused. Penguin rolled his tongue in his mouth for a few moments; a deep frowned settled on his features.If it was only a dreamThen why can I taste smoked fish?Penguin buried his face in his three fingered hands, he wished he knew, he wished desperately for this nightmare to end, to stop to cease existing. He found himself wishing he could go home to his birds, his beautiful birds! Penguin took a soft shaky breath, making sure it would not be heard beyond the door and then he did something he had not done in a very, very long time;He wept.The Batcave was silent; an eerie stillness had cascaded across the room after the ordeal only a mere hour before. But on a cot, in the darkness a lone figure sat, his shoulders hunched as if protecting himself from the imaginary monsters from outside. His body was fragile his spirit broken, but still a smile played on his lips.The Joker didnt feel much like moving at the moment, his gaze staring down at his hands he wondered where his batsy was at the moment. Out fighting a criminal?He snorted.Unlikely, all the good villains were locked away in that hell hole. He suppressed a shiver at the thought of that place, but his mind contemplated the thought nonetheless, what was happening now? Not that he was worried; ...